Page 60 of All Too Well
Lachlan glares at me. “We weren’t. Calm down, asshole. We were talking about embarrassing parent shit.”
Caspian sighs. “Prom?”
“Yup.”
Lachlan’s eyes are full of warning. “Once again, Berry is causing issues.”
Well now I really plan to. I hit the mute button without Lachlan knowing. “Cas, I just wanted you to know that lastnight, Lachlan pinned me down on the bed swing, made out with me, and dry humped me a little.” Lachlan nearly runs off the side of the road as he grabs for my phone. “It is on mute!” I yell.
“Fuck! Are you trying to get me killed?”
I shake my head. “No, but you’re trying to kill us both!”
“Hello? Lach? Ainsley?” my brother says.
I sigh heavily. “Sorry, I hit the mute button. Anyway, I just wanted to annoy you both. Love you.”
“Love you, too, and please don’t talk about your dick with Ainsley.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, because I know nothing about that. I guess we’re back in the Victorian era? Should I marry Lachlan?” I grin, loving how this has come full circle.
“I swear, Ainsley, you get worse as you get older,” Caspian complains.
“On that note, I’ll talk to you later with Dad on three-way!” I hang up before he can complain, and I feel quite proud of myself.
Lachlan parks the truck and turns to me. “You’re a troublemaker.”
“I try.”
“Try tonotbe one.”
I shrug. “There’s no fun in that.”
“I’m going to need to start therapy after this.”
“I have a few names,” I offer helpfully.
Lachlan exits the truck, and I giggle before following him out. Today is sweltering hot. I don’t know how anyone would willingly come play a sport in this heat, but the three other guys are standing outside their cars along with about ten new guys.
Okay . . . this is interesting.
“Ainsley, this is the rest of the team.”
“Oh!” I say, walking to them. “Hi, I’m Ainsley MacKinley. I’m writing a story on the four elderly gentlemen on your team.”
“Elderly,” Lachlan scoffs.
Each introduce themselves and shake my hand. I ask how they all came to join the team. The one—I think his name is Tate—looks to be maybe twenty-two, and he speaks first: “We all attend community college.”
I wonder whether that’s how they justify this as a college team.
Another one of the college kids nods. “Yeah, since all of these guys are enrolled in a class, it gives us the ability to play against other teams.”
Well, well, I was right.
I turn to Lachlan, Everett, Killian, and Miles. “So you’re all taking classes?”
“For professional development, yes,” Miles answers. “My military time affords me the right to free college, so . . . I’m taking it.”
